Novel & Cerita Wounded Bird

Suddenly I heard, "Wheee-aw! a bird sound. "what's a bird doing in this God's forsaken place." I tried my best to get rid of my blurry vision but I could not. I peer harder through the darkness and I saw someone lying in the middle of the dark storm with a bird close to it. The bird was rubbing its small feathered head on him. with the speed of lightning I crawl faster to the place "Dylan, thank goodness!" I said with excitement. the excruciating pain seems to not bother me anymore. I moved him and place him on my back, The bird flew and stood in front of me. "Wheee-aw!, wheee-aw!!, whee-aw!!!," it makes a consistent sound nonstop.

" Once he reached Chrysopoeia, there was no way he could possibly hide his power anymore. Thunder Raid would have to come, so the only thing standing in its way was this formation. He looked around. The bird from before had gotten quite the shock. It was shivering in fear. "Hey, you're back!" Logan said. He examined the bird and found several new wounds. They had formed some scabs and made it look extra grotesque. "What are these?" Did the bird fail to avenge itself? This poor thing! The bird raised its head and paraded its injuries like a peacock. It was obvious—it had won. The scars were just its battle scars.

Ambrose handled the situation well at first, but because he had yet to recover fully, he gradually found himself unable to do so. Ambrose's body was dripping with blood, and he had several wounds, all of which had been scratched by the Fiery Black Vultures. The Golden Wing Eagle did not fare much better. Many of the golden feathers on its wings had been pecked off, and there were still several burn marks on its back from being burned by flames. It appeared to be completely miserable. Chirp! Chirp! When Snowball and Grayball in the cave saw that, they jumped on the spot, wanting to rush over to help, but they were fledglings, so they could only watch and worry.

She looked down at her bird and it looked like the bird was going to scream again. “Kieran” she said holding onto him tight. “Shriek” she mouthed. The bird opened its mouth and she closed her eyes waiting for pain. Kieran held her tight. He could just get rid of the wings and fall, but that was too risky. He wasn’t healed yet. For some reason he was taking much longer to heal. He’d have to fight back. Danny felt chilly. She opened her eyes. “Kieran don’t!” she yelled. The bird release an ear bleeding shriek and she closed her eyes, but what she heard was glass.

The fence is crap down here, all broken and battered, and nature’s suffering, yet again, for humanity’s dumbfuck ignorance. Even in boots I can move quietly when I need to. I’m slow and steady, making sure I talk to the bird real softly as I make my way over. He flaps hard but he can’t go anywhere. His eyes don’t leave mine at all, and when I get there he caws at me but doesn’t freak out like I thought he might. His feathers are muddy and trashed. His leg looks sore where the wire’s cut him, but it seems like he can still move it.

was heard around the circle. “Put the vamolves in a pile and burn them. Carry our dead to the hospital and prepare for a burial. Wounded, get looked at pronto.” Jet ordered. Without another word, the warriors all ran off to do their jobs. Jet sat me down on a rock as he went to help with the dead. In total, I saw two men that were killed and five injured. The injured kept working though as they put the heads in one pile and the bodies in another. I wasn’t sure if their heads could reattach to their bodies, but I was happy to see they kept them separate.

Pawn Clara gently caressed the bird's wings and wanted to talk to him, to which he made a loud noise as if answering her words. With one blow, she separated the piece of wood from his wing, due to which blood immediately gushed out, and some splashes fell on the ground. "It will not hurt to fly now," Pawn Clara said fondly while caressing him. She knew that he would get injured. She didn't want him to suffer. She took a deep breath and released a soft whistle. The bird flew a little high with his bleeding wing. A tear rolled down her cheek. She felt horrible knowing it had hurt like that for her little friend.

The wound had mostly healed, but he looked like hell. “Jesus, Sy.” Jade’s voice was low, her gaze flicking to me for half a second before she squared her shoulders and gripped her bag tighter. She edged closer to the bed, wary, and for good reason. We were taught to fear wolves, trained to kill them on sight. Jade had refused. She was a vet—she saved lives. Me? I’d done the opposite. I’d run. And now I was back, hoping she’d save the man I’d already failed.

I only stopped when she disappeared from my sight. I picked up the bird in my hand and inspected her body. There was a bleeding wound near her right knee. I looked around, trying to look for the medicinal plants I still remembered during my class in Botany. However, there was none. I kept walking and scanning the forest floor up to where my eyes could reach, but there was none.

Who the hell wants to die today? He pointed his gun and fired bullets on those goons who attacked him, piercing holes through the heavy car glass. The tough glass didn't break fully but the cracks were blurring out the vision. The gunshots stopped and goons ran off from there. That's when she looked at the road in a shock. One bird lied on the ground injured by the gunshot. She ran on the road, through in front of his car, towards that bird. That bird's feather was covered with blood. She gasped. A tear rolled down her eyes as she held the bird in her palms and she glared at his car angrily.